Punk rock is dead, baby

Spit out your plastic beads, baby!
Shop windows are cracking from well-fed faces,
All the rebels are eating from the trough now,
Sold their anger for a shiny penny.
Leather jackets worn by managers on Fridays,
Anarchy has become a brand for fools.
You think you're a hole in the system?
You're just a line in their list of debts.

Припев
Punk rock is dead, baby!
Choked in sweet syrup.
Punk rock is dead, baby!
We are all in a complete... pit now.
No riots, only checks and bills,
Your revolution rotted yesterday.


Safety pins in ears are made of pure gold now,
The mohawk is styled with hundred-dollar gel.
Spit at the TV — our clones are there,
Teaching morals lip-syncing and crying.
We puked on stage, and you're shooting TikToks,
My bass guitar is just firewood for the bonfire.
No more rage, only sighs left,
And every first guy is a cunning actor now.

Припев
Punk rock is dead, baby!
Choked in sweet syrup.
Punk rock is dead, baby!
We are all in a complete... pit now.
No riots, only checks and bills,
Your revolution rotted yesterday.


Slit your veins with a dull butter knife,
If you want to seem alive.
All this shit is sold by weight,
And I remain forever bad!

Припев
Punk rock is dead, baby!
Choked in sweet syrup.
Punk rock is dead, baby!
We are all in a complete... pit now.
No riots, only checks and bills,
Your revolution rotted yesterday.


Dead, baby.
Deader than the queen.
Deader than me.
Piss off.